They sit at a table in Last Light Inn, over looking the courtyard. Varrick pulls smoke from his cigar, embers flare and smoke twirls in the air, a glass of whiskey on ice sits in front of him. Ruth sips on a glass of rum.

"You says you've been apart of the Harpers for sometime?"

"That's right. I joined around twenty years ago, and I'm grateful for it. It allowed me to take a step back from my adventuring days and help from a slightly more comfortable position, while keeping my thumb on the pulse of what needs doing."

"An admirable position. Do you think you'll ever return to adventuring?"

She takes a sip of her rum, taking her time to consider the question. "Only if I feel like I have to. Luckily nothing dire has happened yet. I aim to keep it that way."

Varrick takes her hand, and casually inspects her fingers, taking another drag from his cigar.

"Your hands of gone soft. I see where your callouses used to be. Tokens from a rangers life."

She sits back and gives a coy smile. "I'm not ashamed of it. I've earned the softness."

He holds the cigar in his teeth, turning her hand over.

"Shea butter." He mutters through clenched teeth.

"Shea butter." She responds flatly, though it's posed as a question.

He glances and runs his palm against hers, pulling the cigar from his mouth. "If soft hands are your luxury, I recommend shea butter. It's helped me immensely."

"I'll have to keep an eye out next time a merchant comes from Amn."

"I have some if you like."

"Why the sudden interest?"

He shakes his head with a smile. "It's not sudden. It's something I quite enjoy."

"Ah." She grins. "You're a little freak."

He shrugs with an innocent smile. "There could be worse things to capture a man's interest."

She purses her lips. "I guess I can play along."

"You have my gratitude." He lifts her hand to his lips. "They're very lovely." He kisses her fingers.

"Slow down, I want to be pampered first."

He stands, still lightly holding her fingers. "Then let's begin."

They retire to Ruth's private quarters in Last Light Inn.

Ruth sits at her desk, Varrick across from her. He's gently filing her nails. "Do you prefer the claws, or do you want something softer?"

She scoffs and gently takes her head. "This is not how I expected the evening to end up." She rests her head on her hand, leaning on the desktop. "Claws, sharp and dangerous."

"I'd expect nothing less." He files each claw carefully until the points are honed and polished.

She holds up her hands. "Damn... I've never felt so fearsome." She curls her claws at him giving him a playful swipe.

He chuckles and playfully dodges her. "Now for the skin."

"This really is getting you off, isn't it?"

"Immensely. I appreciate you humoring me."

"I'd be a fool to turn down being treated to a manicure."

He pulls a tin of shea and a broad file from his coat pocket. He gently files any remaining callouses and massages the shea butter over her fingers and across her palms.

She watches him. He's focused, but their eyes finally meet. He works her other hand and then gently begins to kiss her fingers, moving to her palm, and then her wrist.

"I want to see your fingers wrapped around my cock."

She balks. "Not wasting any time."

"I need you to understand how exciting all this has been for me." He holds up her hand. "You're beautiful, perfectly manicured, and now I want to feel these perfect hands on my body."

Ruth glances down and sees the bulge in his pants. "Oh, you've been worked up for a while."

"I have..."

"Well this certainly has done a lot for you, but I expect this to be reciprocated."

He unbuckles his belt. "Whatever you need."

She sliders to her knees as Varrick leans back, relaxing his shoulders.

She drags her hands up his legs and presses her palm over the firm bulge beneath his thong. She reaches in and his erection springs free.

She looks up at him before running her tong up his shaft. Then her fingers wrap around him and she begins to stroke.

His brow grows tight and he moans softly, tilting his head back. "Gods, they're perfect." He breathes.

"Fucking freak," she murmurs.

"I am, aren't I?"

She presses her thumb along his shaft as she continues to stroke. Her palm moves from base to head, and she feels him gorge in her grasp.

A pressure builds at the base of his spine and he takes a deep breath before grabbing her wrists. "Wait..." His shoulders shudder. "Let me indulge you before I finish."

"That was quick."

"You can't blame me. You're very good at this."

She stands and begins to pull off her clothes. He watches as each piece hits the ground. Varrick stands, throwing off his own clothes. He grabs her by the back of her neck, and kisses her deeply. He grips one of her heavy breasts, lifting and playing with her nipple. It grows hard between his fingers and Varrick smiles into their kiss. He drags his hand down her body. His touch slips between her legs.

She inhales sharply and groans as he presses and massages between her lips, fingers dragging gently over her clit.

"You're hot already."

"You're not the only one who's been getting worked up."

"Really?" He says with a soft chuckle. "Well then..." He shoves her onto the bed and dips beneath her, resting her thighs on his shoulders. He pulls her forward and traces her slit with his nose. He drags his tongue over her and sucks gently. His tongue dips into her. Flicking and lapping. He moans deeply.

She lets out a heavy breath, leaning back onto the mattress.

He presses his thumb into her clit and massages her. His tongue trails between her asshole and pussy. She arches her back and groans loudly. She tries to cling to something, finding the knob on the bed post. It only anchors her enough, but she finds herself slipping forward as he consumes her.

"Fuuuuck." She sighs.

He stands, bending over her. "Hands to me."

She meets his eye. "Where do you want me to put them."

"On me." He pushes her further onto the bed, legs still hooked onto his shoulders.

She presses her palms firmly into his chest.

He rests his cock on her stomach, and takes her hand, kissing and sucking her fingers.